A week after the gig in Nottingham, we took to the stage in a small but packed club in Leeds. We had played the city several times; there were a lot of friendly faces, and the set was one of our best. We even played an encore, which was rare for an underground band.

As always, I had freshened up backstage and then headed out to chat to people at the merch stand. After a while, and having evaded a particularly friendly trio of girls, one of whom was at least six inches taller than me and very slim with long blonde hair, I was still surprised by the amount of female attention I was getting, but hoped it continued; it was certainly nice for the ego.

I stood at the bar and smiled at the girl who stood next to me. She had bobbed black hair, heavy makeup and was wearing a red tartan skirt just above her knees and a lace vest top that did little to support her large chest or hide the fact that she was not wearing a bra beneath. She looked in her mid-twenties.

I tore my eyes away from her chest as she said, “Loved your set; I saw you last week in Nottingham too. I am Nicola.”

“Hi Nicola, thanks for coming to see us again. Can I buy you a drink?” I asked.

We stood at the end of the bar chatting for five minutes till she said, “Can I ask why you are chatting to me?”

“I am sorry. Do you have a boyfriend or girlfriend?” I asked, surprised.

“No. But I saw all the girls talking to you when you came out, and I saw the hot green-haired girl you left with last week. I am straight, and I would fuck the tall blonde that was all over you ten minutes ago. So why the hell are you talking to me?” she laughed.

“You are serious, aren’t you?” I stated.

“Don’t get me wrong, I love my body and my curves, but I don’t look like them.”

“I have been out with girls who are size six and girls who are size sixteen. I saw you dancing when I was on stage, and I couldn’t take my eyes off you. You are the sexiest girl in this club. I didn’t stand next to you by accident, but I will leave you in peace if you wish,” I answered.

“No, please, I am just surprised. You were honestly watching me dance from the stage," she said with a broad grin.

“It helped that you were dancing so hard you nearly bounced out of your top several times, but yes, of course, I was watching you. You are beautiful.” As I finished talking, I leaned in to kiss her, wrapping my free hand around her waist and pulling her into me when she responded. By the end, she was grinding her crotch against mine.

It was one of those kisses that leaves you short of breath when it finishes. She downed her drink and put the glass on the bar.

“If I can make you that hard with just a kiss, think what I can do with the rest of my body. Do you want to go to mine? My flat is only around the corner,” she whispered. 

I emptied my glass and took her hand. “Let’s go,” I said with a smile.

Her fifth-floor flat was literally around the corner, and even stopping for two more heated kisses on the way, it only took us five minutes to get there. She walked in, dropped her bag and walked across to the kitchen. It was a large open-plan flat with the kitchen in the corner. Retrieving two beers from the fridge, she opened both and passed one to me.

“Have a seat while I put some music on,” she said. I sat on the small two-seater couch.

A few seconds later, Soundgarden started to play, and she walked over to look out of the large window that dominated the flat.

“I only moved in three months ago, but I still love this view,” she said, looking out over the city.

“The view inside isn’t bad either,” I said. She turned to see me staring at her behind as she leaned over, looking out of the window. She turned and leaned forward, poking her tongue out at me.

I reached my hand out to hers, and she backed away, wagging her finger at me, took a swig from her bottle and put it down. “Patience!” she said and started to dance. Her wide hips swayed to the beat of the music. She was spinning fast enough that the skirt rose, showing the top of her fishnet tights.

She slid the lace top up over her breasts, pushing them together as she danced, turning her back to me as she pulled it over her head, then turning again to dance with her arms across her chest before finally moving them above her head as she swayed side to side, her large, magnificent breasts swaying as she danced.

Again, she turned, and I watched attentively as she slid first the skirt and then the tights down her legs, stepping out of them and gazing out of the window again as she swayed and danced to the beat.

“If you keep teasing me like this, I will have to put you over my knee, young lady,” I said, my voice noticeably deeper.

“Is that a promise?” she said with a large smile as she turned and danced in front of me again, now only wearing her black panties. She hooked her thumbs into the top of the panties and slid them down her thighs, her large, heavy breasts swinging forward as she bent down.

She then stood and continued dancing, raising her hands above her head and finally said, “Will I do?”

I looked her up and down, from her pretty face to her magnificent breasts, down to the perfectly shaved pussy between her powerful-looking thighs. “I said I thought you were the sexiest girl in the club, and now, looking at you naked, I know I was right.”

She smiled and knelt in front of me.

“Oh, I  do like a girl on her knees,” I stated.

“Haha, I bet you do. Take your jeans off,” she said.

I stood and undid them, pushing them down my legs. She leaned forward and helped me slide them over my feet, then she grabbed hold of my tight black boxer shorts and forced them over my erection and down my legs. She then pushed my hips back to make me sit down again.

Reaching out with her hand, she started to slowly stroke my already hard cock. “Well, I am glad to see all of you isn’t so damn skinny,” she laughed, then leaned forward and wrapped her lips around my girth, slowly sucking it into her mouth and sliding her lips back and forth.

After a few minutes, she slowly sucked her way to the tip, looked up at me and said, “Did I mention I have no gag reflex?”

She smiled and proceeded to prove her point by slowly taking me all the way to the back of her throat, until her nose was touching my stomach, drawing a deep sigh from me. I stroked the back of her hair as she continued to enthusiastically suck my dick.

Suddenly, she stopped and stood, picked up her bottle, took a drink of beer and just stood there smiling at me.

“What have I told you about teasing me, young lady?” I asked. She just raised her eyebrows, smiled, took another swig from the bottle and put it back on the table.

While she was distracted, I jumped up, grabbed her wrist and yanked her across my lap. She landed with a squeal, and I pressed my left hand into the small of her back as she struggled, aiming two hard slaps at her arse.

“Are you going to behave yourself now, Nicola?” I asked.

“Fuck no!” she answered with a giggle.

“Glad to hear it,” I said and started to spank her large arse, now pinned across my knees, well-aimed, hard slaps rapidly turning her cheeks bright red as she struggled and squirmed on my lap.

“Ow, ow, my arse, fucking hell,” she squealed.

“Had enough, Nicola?” I asked.

“Have I fuck!” she yelped in defiance, with glee. I doubled my efforts and started to target the same area four or five times in a row before switching cheeks. A few minutes later, she wailed, “Ok, ok, enough, I am sorry.”

I allowed her to stand, then, taking hold of her hips, pulled her in towards me and planted kisses on her belly. “Are you going to behave now?” I asked, looking up at her.

“Maybe,” she said with another mischievous grin as she rubbed her stinging backside.

I stood and kissed her forcefully, pulling her naked body into mine. She sighed passionately, and her hand found my cock, gently stroking it as we kissed.

“Bedroom. Now,” I said, aiming a hard slap at her arse.

Taking my hand in hers, she strode towards the bedroom. As we reached the bed, I spun her around and pushed her gently so she fell on her back on the bed.

“Don’t move,” I ordered. She grinned up at me as I removed my top and tied my hair back in a loose ponytail. Dropping to my knees beside the bed, I kissed my way up her soft thighs and buried my head in her soaking pussy, lapping at her like a man who had not eaten for a week.

As her moans started to increase in volume, I lifted her legs into the air, placing my hands on the back of her knees to hold her wide open, and sucked her clitoris into my mouth. After only a couple of minutes, her breathing became erratic, and her moans were becoming much louder.

It was not long till her moans became mumbles under her breath that slowly turned into a scream as she bucked and twitched on my face. “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck yes.”

I continued to gently lap at her swollen lips and lowered her legs as she subsided back onto the edge of the bed.

She smiled at me as she propped herself up on her elbows and said, “Ok, wow. That makes up for the spanking. Stand up.”

I stood and stretched. She sat on the edge of the bed and wrapped her hands around my waist, pulling me towards her as her head lowered, and she took my cock into her mouth. She sucked it back and forth between her lips eight or ten times.

She then crawled into the centre of the bed, her large breasts swinging beneath her and her wide arse wiggling at me. She looked over her shoulder and said, “Bring that hard dick over here.”

With a smile, I crawled over the bed and took to my knees behind her, placing my hands on her hips and aiming a hard slap at her arse.

“Hey, my arse still stings from you spanking me earlier.”

I took my cock in my hand and started to rub the tip along the wet lips of her pussy. “I can’t help myself; you have such a spankable arse,” I laughed.

She was about to respond, but instead, she let out a loud moan as I pushed forward, sliding myself into her warm, velvety wet pussy. I gripped her hips, pulling her back onto me as I sighed, pushing myself slowly as deep as I could.

I soon built up a steady rhythm. Spotting a mirror on the other side of the bedroom, I watched in the mirror as her huge breasts swung back and forth under her body as I fucked her hard from behind.

I became aware she was also watching us in the mirror. I started to slam into her hard, watching her face contort in passion in the mirror.

“I am close, I am close,” she whispered. Then she looked back at me and said, “I can only cum when I am on top.”

I withdrew from her and lay on my back, propped up on the pillows. I watched as she turned and slowly lowered herself onto my cock, sighing as she took it as deep as she could. As she rode me, my hands found her breasts and squeezed and kneaded them. Raising myself a little, I took her nipples into my mouth in turn.

I placed my hand on the back of her head and pulled her down with me as I lay back on the bed. She started biting and sucking at my neck as I raised her bottom into the air slightly and thrust into her hard from beneath.

She was gasping into my ear and suddenly pushed herself into a seated position, her right hand dropping between her thighs and furiously rubbing her clitoris as she sighed, “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh god.”

Her pussy tightened and pulsated around my cock as she came, and my own breathing was now erratic as I struggled to maintain control.

She must have sensed this as she immediately raised herself, retreated down the bed and took my cock into her mouth, sliding it to the back of her throat two or three times before pumping the lower part of the shaft with her hand and rapidly sucking on the top half. With a loud guttural groan, I emptied myself and flooded her mouth with hot liquid. She swallowed with a gulp and then licked me clean.

She crawled up the bed, pulling the duvet with her, and lay on her front looking up at me. “Are you staying the night?” she asked.

“If that is ok,” I smiled.

“Abso-fucking-lutely,” she said, moving up the bed into my arms and kissing me.

I was woken the next morning by the sound of movement and opened my eyes to see Nicola standing at the side of the bed in front of me. She was wearing a black and white striped vest top, a short black skirt and whale-net stockings.

“Morning, sexy.”

She turned and looked at me and said, “Morning, I am just shooting out to get some milk. I should only be ten minutes.”

“Ok, cool, I could murder a coffee. Is it ok if I jump in the shower?”

She walked over and kissed me before heading to the door, saying. “Of course, if I had not had one already, I would have joined you.”

I jumped out of bed as I heard the front door close. I quickly showered and, as I was drying myself, heard her shout, “Coffee is ready,” through the door.

I walked out with a towel wrapped around my waist, and she was sitting on the sofa, pointing at a cup on the kitchen side. “Thank you. Are you busy today? Nicola, do you need me to get out?” I said as I stood and sipped at the coffee.

“Not at all, nothing planned today; I am sure I can entertain you if you want to stick around,” she said with a cheeky smile.

“Oh, yes? And how would you entertain me then?” I said with a smile.

Without hesitation, she slid the thin straps of her vest top off her arms and pushed it down, exposing her massive breasts. She slowly opened her legs wide, and as the short skirt rode up, she started to stroke her pussy over the top of the purple satin panties she was wearing beneath. “Once you get bored staring at my tits, come here, and I will suck that big dick of yours!”

I slowly walked towards her, allowing the towel to drop to the floor as I crossed the room and said, “I don’t think I could ever get bored with staring at your amazing tits, but I am not going to ignore an offer like that!”

By the time I reached her, she was kneeling on the sofa. I placed my hand on the back of her head and gently guided her onto my now hard dick. She wrapped her lips tightly around it, leaning on one hand as the other rose to pump my shaft as she rolled her tongue around the tip.

I placed my other hand on the side of her head, holding it still so I could thrust myself in and out of her mouth. “Keep playing with yourself; I want you nice and wet when I fuck you!” I said.

I watched as she again leaned on one hand as the other kneaded and pulled at her breasts as they swung beneath her, that same hand then disappearing between her legs and stroking her pussy before pulling aside her panties. I watched as she inserted two fingers inside herself.

I reached one hand down and started to stroke and pinch her nipples, taking hold of one and gently twisting and pulling it between my fingers. She opened her mouth wider and moaned, a mix of pleasure and pain.

I tightened my grip on the back of her head and started to fuck her mouth harder and faster, seeking the back of her throat with each thrust. Seeing her fingers moving faster in her own pussy, I could hear her moans stifled by my cock filling her mouth.

I withdrew myself from her mouth and knelt, kissing her, her tongue entwining mine as it had just done to my cock. She was panting as her hand continued to move frenetically at her pussy.

“Stand up!” I ordered.

She stood, and I sat on the sofa behind her. The cold leather was pleasant against my skin. I slid her skirt up and tore the satin panties down her legs. As they dropped to the floor, I placed my hands on her hips and pulled her back to sit on my lap. She reached between her legs, took hold and impaled herself on my cock as she sat down.

She bounced up and down on my lap, gasping and moaning loudly until I pulled her back against me and pulled her feet up onto the sofa. I thrust up into her hard from beneath as my hands wrapped around her and caressed and kneaded her breasts. She placed her hand on the back of the sofa for support.

“Oh fuck yes, oh fuck yes,” she sighed.

Her other hand started to rub her clitoris furiously, and before long, she threw her head back and screamed in orgasm.

Her legs collapsed under her, and I moved her onto the sofa beside me. I stood and turned to face her, pulling her hips to the edge of the sofa; I entered her again, resting on my arms as I leaned down to kiss her. She kissed me back, full of passion.

I was trying to control myself, savouring the warm, tight pussy that enveloped my cock as I slid deep into her.

Now fully recovered from her orgasm, she whispered, “Stand up.”

I did as she asked, and she dropped to her knees in front of me. She wrapped her lips around my cock, taking it to the back of her throat three or four times.

Then she sat up on her knees and grabbed her breasts and squeezed them together, either side of my cock. She looked up at me and said, “I want you to cum on my tits.”

I continued to slide in and out of her cleavage for a minute or two, then she again took me into her mouth, working the head of my cock with her lips while her hand pumped at the bottom of my shaft.

As I started to moan, she swallowed the first spurt that hit the back of her throat and then snapped her head back and continued to pump her hand back and forth as my thick come splashed over her breasts and neck.

As I slumped on the sofa and just grinned at her, she removed her vest from around her waist and used it to wipe herself off. She then pushed her skirt over her hips and allowed it to fall to the floor, so she stood in front of me naked apart from her stockings.

“So, do you need to leave or shall we go back to bed?” she asked with a smile.

Without answering, I stood and started to follow her back to the bedroom, aiming a hard slap at her arse as I caught up with her.                      

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